Friday, January 24, 2014

I am Me. In all the world, there is no one else exactly like me. Everything that comes out of me is authentically mine, because I alone chose it – I own everything about me: my body, my feelings, my mouth, my voice, all my actions, whether they be to others or myself. I own my fantasies, my dreams, my hopes, my fears. I own my triumphs and successes, all my failures and mistakes. Because I own all of me, I can become intimately acquainted with me. By so doing, I can love me and be friendly with all my parts. I know there are aspects about myself that puzzle me, and other aspects that I do not know – but as long as I am friendly and loving to myself, I can courageously and hopefully look for solutions to the puzzles and ways to find out more about me. However I look and sound, whatever I say and do, and whatever I think and feel at a given moment in time is authentically me. If later some parts of how I looked, sounded, thought, and felt turn out to be unfitting, I can discard that which is unfitting, keep the rest, and invent something new for that which I discarded. I can see, hear, feel, think, say, and do. I have the tools to survive, to be close to others, to be productive, and to make sense and order out of the world of people and things outside of me. I own me, and therefore, I can engineer me. I am me, and I am Okay.

Friday, January 3, 2014

I’m like a cigarette, slowely disappearing…







YOLO!




You think you know me...
          think again....
GET LIFE...GET ADVENTURE!!


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http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m3rhfxrl9w1qcwl12o1_500.gif - livee

Just watch me!

this is my life, bitch...!!!

You call this life!!!!

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      You're going to die. You're going to be dead. It could be 20 years, it could be tomorrow, anytime. So am I. I mean, we're just going to be gone. The world's going to go on without us. All right now. You do your job in the face of that, and how seriously you take yourself you decide for yourself!
                                                                                                 Bob Dylan 

By being yourself, you put something wonderful,
             in the world that was not there before...!

Don't take life too seriously, nobady gets out alive anyway.

The trouble is, if you don't risk anything you risk more...!

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YEAAH...
Banksy is easily my favourite artist because of all the meanings he puts behind his art, something that so many artists miss in modern work. This is my favourite picture by him for several reasons. First of all it demonstrates how many lower economically developed countries adapt our culture without fully understanding it, but more significantly our naivety in the ‘western world’. 
We always say “I hate Mondays” because we have the weekend off and Monday signifies the start of school or work. This boy here doesn’t have a ‘Monday’, he wakes up everyday to the same thing: Surviving. He has to get up regardless, look for fresh water, food and fight to live. He has no conception of Mondays. So next time you wake up on and groan because it is a Monday, after a nice weekend off, in your nice house and go and have a shower with clean running water, pick one of your many outfits, before having some ready made breakfast to make your way to your job or school for free-education… Think of this boy here, and think: Do you really hate Mondays?

                                        I'm mad at myself, not you.

I'm mad for always being nice, always apologizing for thing I didn't do, for getting attached, for making you my life, depending on you, wasting my time on you, thinking about you, forgiving you, wishing for you, dreaming of you,
                             But most of all, for not hating you, witch I know I should,
                                                                             but I just CAN"T.